THE ENDLESS PASSAGE BETWEEN MODULES to someone’s fate. IS  MODULARISATION REALLY COMMODIFICATION?

Providing Care That is Right the First Time

That seems a laudable aim were
It not a label tearing from the wall
that once told people how far they
should distance themselves from each other.
The other in this case is a promise
also peeling at its edges that:
We are committed to Safe Compassionate joined-up care.
And then just outside the lift, the main teaching organ, Teesside University
Offers Modules for sale to its main customer. Commodules I call them:

Parcels of knowledge
cut off from each other,
all pretending that they
are a discrete expertise.
As I pass down the long haul of a gallery
Each door splits off a part of me,
Starting with the skin.
And then each part of me
listed for separate treatment:
Heart, lungs - until surrounded by the pretence
My pain is elective, I end up a Generality.
Or maybe as my presence turns on lights
I am reminded that I am a bed,ready to block a ward
Until the hospice suffocates me at last
Or perhaps they will take me as an illustration
Or some part of me at least:
A fingered nail moving into comparative  deadness
Or down to health depending on
Whether you read from left to right
Or top to bottom or vice versa.
Is culture everything.
Or a retina wearing the damage upon it
That is obliterating its world in sight.
Let's  see, Let's  see. LET'S SEE 
I am the wonder of medical photography
Or a compartment of me at the least.
Meanwhile the corridor opens like a lane, 
To the various portals of partial pain
awaiting, and perhaps finally.

With love

Steven  xxxxx


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